Harry Potter Petunia Novels & Stories

As I went to put my socks and shoes back on, the person crying exited the toilet. I groaned as I saw it was Elizabeth. She glared at me as she walked up to the sinks. “Here to gloat?” she questioned. “Nope, just picking glass out of my sock.” I shrugged, slipping my feet back into my sneakers. “Why would he choose you? He could have me. I have the proper breeding and status to be on his arm. You… you’re just some street rat he took pity on.” she scoffed.

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

Again the parts of a song… I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I will be back again Oh babe I hate you go... Mrs. Hillary, who is included in the ranks of killer teachers, is not only fierce but also famous and sadistic. If Mrs. Anna math teacher is Voldemort. So Mrs. Hillary is Professor Snape in the famous School of Witchcraft and wizardry book series, because of the sadism. When a student is do something wrong, it's over. It happened one day that almost all the kid of 11-7 were expelled from class for not doing homework. The remaining 11-7 residents are only a few people like Alfred and several children who are classified as diligent in doing homework. Smart children are not nece

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

said Ava in a taunting tone. " That's not the point, girls shouldn't travel alone. They should always be in packs or at least a duo. " countered Ava. "What the hell do you mean? " asked Mandy, sounding stunned. "Haven't you watched or read Harry Potter Mandy?" inquired Tori. "How is that related? " asked Mandy. " Hermione Granger went to the library alone and got stupefied," said Ava. "Katie bell went to the restroom alone and got cursed," added Tori.

“What is this?” “Do you watch the series called harry potter?” He asked, and when still don’t get it, he explained, “You know, some fantasy that humans made about us supernaturals.” He then pointed at his little gift, “That character is named Remus Lupin, the werewolf there.” I nodded my head, looking at the little human that transforms into a wolf keychain type. “And? What should I do with this?” I asked again. “I hope you’ll keep it.” He trailed off, his tone narrowing but then he cleared his throat, “Are you happy today? Did I somehow convince you that I’m serious?”

This strange flow of life. She looked at him, really looking at him, and she was reminded of Michelangelo’s David once again. “Davey…” Then she named the young man that was now her pet. Unintentionally, she put out her hand and stroked his hair. He bowed his head to her touch. “I like the name. Hello, I’m Davey.” He said while giving her a bright smile. The blow to his head earlier must really have had some damaging effect. It’s that or he has always been fundamentally liberal that even when losing his memories, he still agrees to this…

Henry leaned against the window, sighing lustily as he watched his little Petunia undress. He swallowed when her dress slid down her body, over the sweet curve of her hips and down to her legs. Her house was a few meters away from his condo. He could see her through his window and her floor to ceiling windows as well. Petunia had to be an exhibitionist of some sort. Nothing else could explain why she undressed freely without pulling the blinds and Henry wasn't complaining.

cried Hana who was sitting on her chair and looking at Harry. "But…." Harry had just come to his senses, and he was quick to curse at his stupidity at this point. Harry quickly got up from Hana's bed and looked at the girl. "Han, how about this. I didn't realize that Rita was a bucket!” Hana shrugged and started to turn on the screen in front of her. It made Harry grumpy. This seems to be the reason Hana kicked him. But Harry remembered something, he looked at Hana who was already playing her game. The girl from time to time has always loved games. It never changed and Harry knew it. Harry took a seat next to Hana, staring at the panda eye bags and also Hana's strong body odor. He bet if the